Memories of my Childhood Home

                                 

                              

Growing up I spent a lot of time at my grandparents’ house. The reason for this is because I knew if I stayed there, I would get plenty of treats. When I stayed there on the weekends, my grandmother would always bake cakes. When she finished mixing the cake and place it in the oven, she would always give me the bowl then I would scrape the edges of the bowl with the spoon. I loved eating the cake mix that was left in the bowl. It was delicious! I guess you could say I had a sweet tooth.

I could remember waking up early on Saturday mornings to the smell of bacon. Once I smelled the aroma, I would drag myself to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. My grandfather would always be sitting on the front porch. I would walk out there to tell him good morning and then head into the kitchen. My grandmother was always greeted with a hug and a kiss. Even though I would still be kind of weary, I would just sit at the kitchen table and watch her cook breakfast, because I knew it would not be long before the rest of my family came over to eat breakfast.

It was pretty much first come first serve. When it was gone, one would just miss out and eat what was left. I could hear when different family members arrived. The sound of the car doors being shut or just by one of them having a conversation with my grandfather before they walk in the house. During breakfast time there would be so many different conversations going on. The younger kids would be running around the house laughing and playing with one another. Once breakfast was over everyone would decide what we were going to do that day.  Occasionally we would go to the movies. Other times we would go shopping, but whatever we decided we all did it together as a family.

I really enjoyed those times together. I could see how much love my family had for one another. Saturday morning would be our family time. We always looked like a tourist group because it was so many of us. That was our time to unwind if we had a long week of school or work.

Growing up my grandparents’ house represented happiness, stability, love, and laughter. Whenever I had a problem, once everyone got there, it disappeared with the love that surrounded the house. My childhood home taught me that no matter what I am going through, there is always going to be a family member in my corner to help me get through it.

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